The way the artificial light strikes my bed <br />And the sound from outside fills my head <br />I see your face above mine as I lie in bed <br />You're an imagination or a memory I can just almost recall <br /> <br />Took something handy <br />Took something hard <br />Caressed it for in between my legs <br />Murmuring a make-up name of a boy I can just almost know <br /> <br />And I felt myself <br />For now, this is all that I like to feel <br />Deeper, harder and even more surreal <br />As I thought of your lips to mine <br /> <br />I can't contain myself anymore <br />Faster, I felt how I need you inside <br />a finger in my mouth <br />a hand in my thigh <br />stripped was I <br /> <br />Then it left me <br />After pleasure and just before satisfaction <br />Almost as fast as when I've decided I wanted it <br />It started empty, it ended alike <br />And I can just almost hope I'm not alone tonight<br /><br />Clarisse Sobiono<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/schlick/
